Monocrome Memories

a little girl just barely three, sits reading beneath a tree, the other kids scamper and run around, that poor little girl dares not make a sound, she turn the page and blocks it all out, Hamlet, by Shakesphere, "to be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to-" THUNK! a softball to the head, a misleading name but not a single care given, the ball rolled away and she continues to read. "-to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end th-" WHACK!! another, the last problem given to the girl. she slowly, stalked over to the batter, uh oh: he has just snapped the thread the kept the bombe from exploding. HEUH!!! HEH!! on his back he now lays in the light of the day, taken down by a girl barely just three, he: the 15 year old football player. an audible gasp among the others around them, she wipes dirt off her hands then swiftly walks away, back to her book: or so she thought, whisked away, she was dragged, too strong for a girl, crazy, insane, overly smart, all of which not one she was, a little girl barely just three, she got out on a plea: just try to fit in, get along with your peers, please! we just want to get you away from here, she was then released, books taken away, I scared too many people: that's enough for one day. picture by picture all back in the box, then all sealed up and locked with three locks...